11 September 2016

Fun With Macro

This was my Grampa's old .22.





The patina is from its storage in the closet for decades.  The dust is from hanging on my wall.

Marble No 2 front sight.
Despite being made in 1938 it still groups wonderfully at 25 yards.  Grampa didn't really pamper his guns, but internally it's well taken care of.  For a decent hunk of his life he was a hired farm hand, I think I remember tales that he was hired to pop vermin in and around grain silos.  Only vague memories and everyone who heard them first hand are dead now.

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